Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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More and more people had piled in to the flat, most I didn't know.

Peep dragged me into the bathroom closest to our room. He locked the door and pushed me against the counter by my hips, his mouth immediately on mine. I moaned at the force of it, his lips warm and eager against mine. I could feel him blindly searching for the light switch somewhere behind me. He finally found it as he pulled away from me. I gasped as he picked me up and put me on the edge of the sink, my hands gripping his tshirt as if it'd keep me from falling in any direction. He stood between my thighs and I pulled him in, reconnecting our lips. He moved both of his hands to my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as he bit my lip. I licked into his mouth, the sweet taste of lean filled my senses and I was convinced it was strong enough to get me drunk.

I let out a frustrated groan when he pulled away, relocating to my jaw. His lips were slick with a combination of our spit and he left a wet trail as he kissed his way to my neck.

I moved a hand down under his shirt, the warmth of his skin under my hand felt like the best thing ever. I wanted to touch him forever. I'm sure he'd let me too. My other flew up to his hair as he bit down on my neck. He groaned against my skin as I tugged on his soft locks. I locked my legs around him as he got more aggressive, my back arching as my body begged for more of him.

"Gus," I whimpered, my skin felt like 1000 degrees underneath my hoodie.

He kissed my lips again, just as rough as before, and then pulled away, His hands kept my face near his, not that I'd have moved anyway.

"I love you," He piped up as he searched my eyes. He was drunk. His pupils were blown out and shaking.

"I love you too," I whispered, grabbing one of his hands, lacing our fingers together as I moved my face into his neck. My hand in his hair moved to the other side of his neck as I nuzzled at his tattoo. "So much."